‘O, I’ll cast off my gowns o’ brown,
And beg with you frae town to town.
XXIX
‘O, I’ll cast off my gowns o’ red,
And I’ll beg wi’ you to win my bread.
XXX
‘O I’ll take the scales o’ gowd frae my hair,
And I’ll follow you for evermair.’
XXXI
She has cast awa’ the brown and the red,
And she’s follow’d him to beg her bread.
XXXII
She has ta’en the scales o’ gowd frae her hair
And she’s follow’d him for evermair.